Weight loss treatment program (please rate)

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Losing weight without moving is probably something many girls dream of, and a hospital has launched a similar program. This program is especially suitable for students because the optimal treatment course is two months, although a one-month course is also possible, meaning a winter or summer vacation is enough, and you can have a very comfortable time during that period, at least that's how it felt before. I'm fortunate to be the attending physician here, and I'm happy to have this opportunity to provide services to everyone. Today I saw a new female student who came to lose weight during her summer vacation. Actually, she wasn't overweight to begin with; pretty girls really have high standards for their bodies. Of course, she didn't know the specific treatment method, because that's confidential to us! She only knew that it could also help with weight loss and breast enhancement, and that it was clean, tiring, and healthy—and these promotional claims are absolutely true.
Okay, let's begin. I first conducted a physical examination on her. Because the examination was very comprehensive, she seemed a little shy. Everything was normal, and she wasn't a virgin, which was excellent, otherwise the weight loss effect would be diminished. Afterwards, she was given a memory-erasing drug so she wouldn't remember anything that happened during the medication period. This drug was also added to her daily nutritional supplements, becoming part of her regular diet. Now that she was a little dizzy, after repeatedly warning her to cooperate, the first layer of treatment began. First, a rotating and vibrating dildo was inserted into her vagina—a combination of enjoyment and weight loss. Then, her intestines were thoroughly cleaned, and a long, thin plug was inserted into her anus. The plug was soft and coated with skin glue, sealing the anus tightly and not protruding from the outside. Therefore, from the outside, it looked normal—just a tightly closed anus. However, it couldn't be opened by force. Why? Because for the next two months, she would only be surviving on nutritional supplements, with little to no solid waste output. Even if some was produced, it wouldn't matter—a combination of enjoyment and weight loss, right? Next, a catheter was inserted into the urethra, and the penis was pushed deep and completely into the vagina. The vaginal opening was then tightly sealed with skin glue, leaving only a thin gap to lead the catheter and penis wires out of the body. This was to ensure that the glue wouldn't come undone within a week. Considering the increasing force of the accumulating vaginal fluid and the vaginal discharge, several more layers of strong waterproof tape were added to the genitals before the procedure was considered complete. After this, thirty electroconvulsive wire patches were applied to her body, including her clitoris, nipples, and soles of her feet. These wires were then combed together and connected to the penis wires in her genital area. Finally, bandages were applied. Her arms were first secured behind her back with breathable bandages. These specially made bandages were very strong and breathable; we're a beauty salon, we can't damage her skin, right? Then, her legs were brought together and the bandages were wrapped tightly around her from her toes to her shoulders, turning her into a bandaged mummy. The bandages on her chest were loosely wrapped because I massaged her breasts daily to enhance their size. Only the catheter and wires protruded from her buttocks. Next, a feeding tube and a sound-absorbing module were secured into her mouth, and two breathing tubes were inserted into her nose. Her head was then tightly wrapped, and the procedure was complete.
The nurse and I then lifted her onto her hospital bed. There was a groove on the bed's armrest to hold her arm, which was strapped behind her back, to prevent injury from prolonged lying down. After all, she would be lying like this for a week, so such humane facilities were necessary. Next, her feeding tube was connected to an automatic feeding machine, and the wires in her lower body were connected to a switch and powered on. When the switch was turned on, she would experience intense, all-around electrical stimulation and the impact of a penis. It was best if she didn't produce too much vaginal fluid, as this would severely strain her uterine capacity. She would experience this for half an hour every three hours, day and night. In addition, I would give her three hours of breast massage every day, continuing until her breasts were sufficiently swollen. The catheter was secured with a threaded plug, and I was responsible for draining her urine once a day. However, I might often forget to do so, but that's okay. In the sweltering summer heat, and with her always covered by a blanket, the external stimulation would cause her to sweat profusely to reduce her need to urinate. Of course, this is theoretically possible, but whether it actually works, I can only say I haven't experienced it yet. There's a scanner under the bed, and nurses come to check her health every day. I pay close attention to the degree of expansion of her bladder and uterus, which is quite exciting. By the end of the first week, I found that her uterus seemed to have expanded to its limit; her lower abdomen was so swollen that it almost rivaled her much larger breasts. This girl has a lot of fluid and a special constitution, so I decided to help her relieve it in advance. After untying her leg restraints, I had her spread her legs. Then, using melted glue, I patiently peeled off the tape to help her release fluid. During this process, she clearly tried to break free and struggled, but she was too weak. Her soft strength was like that of a kitten, and it was quite amusing to watch her wriggle around so weakly. The prolonged friction and vibration, along with the nourishment of her vaginal fluids, made her vagina very red and alluring, allowing me to indulge my finger-feeding urge. What? Why not just go all the way? Because I have medical ethics, and her vagina was clearly too loose; I could easily insert four fingers. Considering that I bathe her every week and will remove the bandages tomorrow, I was too lazy to bother wrapping them again, so I just let her keep her legs spread for now. However, not long after I left, her alluring vulva attracted two nurses. They played with and caressed her vulva; the flesh was so tender and red that the nurses clamped it with many clips and inserted a larger penis. Seeing that her struggles weren't very strong, they decided to do something more exciting. They used a gag to open her vagina, then opened her own catheter and inserted it into her uterus. Her uterus was quickly filled with her own urine.
The next day, when I lifted the covers, I found a puddle of urine under her genitals and the clips still on. I couldn't help but think that wrapping her up so tightly was actually to protect her. I removed the clips; the clipped areas were all purplish-black, while the rest was a lovely red. Black and red is always a classic and cool color combination. I wonder if anyone has researched the machines used to remove feathers from broiler chickens. Our hospital has a large machine with a similar structure, except the bristles are much softer. This machine is shaped like a water tank, filled with large rotating bristles. After removing the packaging from her body and putting on a sealed rubber headgear to protect her hair, facial features, and delicate skin, we put her in. The machine is very powerful; she was scrubbed clean in just over three minutes. I don't know whether the suffocating feeling or the frantic brushing made her feel more desperate. After we pulled her out and removed the headgear, she barely had the strength to breathe. Her whole body was bright red and looked delicate, especially her two nipples, which looked like ripe cherries, looking very delicious. Next, I laid her out on the carpet and took a cylindrical brush shaped like a feather duster. I inserted it into her vagina and thrust it in and out forcefully. At one point, I used too much force and the brush went straight into her uterus, so I cleaned her uterus as well. She was powerless to resist, but her muscles were becoming increasingly stiff. You can see how hard it is to gain that lean muscle, my dear girl. Finally, I used a high-pressure water gun to rinse her vagina and her entire body clean before handing her over to my assistant to repackage. I really didn't want to work anymore because it was just too tiring; it was truly physically demanding.
The next morning, she was repackaged like a mummy and placed on the examination bed. I began her routine breast enhancement massage. Alas, it seemed as if some hard metal object was fixed to her nipples, and no matter how much I rubbed, it wouldn't come off. It seemed the assistant had added something else. So I continued to caress her, trying to find anything else different. I quickly noticed her waist was noticeably thinner, and a small cross was drawn on her navel with a pencil. I pressed it and touched a metal button-like object. This metal object acted like a vibrating button; every time I pressed it, it vibrated and trembled. There must be a mechanism underneath this metal button twisting and pulling at her navel flesh. I peeled back the bandages around her vulva and reached in to touch it. I found her vulva was stretched even tighter with another layer of bandages. The current shape of her vulva was centered around her pubic bone and coccyx, forming a hard, concave arc between them. Because it was stretched so tightly, it looked calm on the outside, but when I touched the arc with my fingers, I could feel a strong vibration inside. I realized this was the double-barreled metal dildo that had gone missing this morning. Both rods were quite large and held in place by a curved metal base. To prevent me from finding out, the assistant had actually used bandages to completely press the entire device, including the base, into her flesh. Or maybe not just bandages, but also rubber straps or something. Her vulva was now in an exaggeratedly concave shape. The urinary catheter was being led out from a small opening in the metal base and connected to the feeding machine. This made things much easier; I only needed to add nutrient solution. But it's no fun if she doesn't hold her urine, so I added a cap to the end of the catheter. Later, I realized I was overthinking it. The catheter had an even more restrictive flow control device than an IV drip, making the fluid flow extremely slowly. It took a long time to squeeze out just a few drops; it was designed to keep her constantly engorged. The situation was clearly worse now. There was also a hard, round plate on the sole of her foot. It was probably for conducting electricity, and it worked remarkably well, because I could feel a slight tingling sensation in that area even through the cloth. Sigh, so she kept fidgeting and restless. I figured my assistant hadn't gone to great lengths to get her dressed like this, and I didn't want to ruin the effort. So I found a metal doll with only the breasts exposed for massage and put it inside. I then bandaged her again, and she lay there quietly, much like last week. I continued to vigorously massage her breasts; the metal clips on her nipples made it much more fun, and I couldn't resist massaging her for even longer.
Two months later, thanks to the various favors from my colleagues, she truly became a beautiful woman with full breasts and a slender waist. And because she hadn't been exposed to UV rays for a long time, her skin looked especially fair and tender. However, she had also been a little too much of abusive, so some areas were reddish-purple and hard to conceal. I had to soak her in skincare water for a whole day before she looked much better. Her genital skin, especially the inside, was already too fragile and sensitive. The most inhumane thing was that during her period, the nurse injected her uterus with processed, dark red, viscous chili oil, and lied to me, saying her menstrual fluid smelled bad and made me wear a deodorizing mask to clean it for her. I always wondered why she was having such heavy periods, and every day! This strange menstrual flow lasted for nine days before I finally noticed something was wrong and hurriedly stopped it. I don't know if the nurse who was punished by giving her uterine care held a grudge and inflicted even more despair on her. Now I have to insert a lot of cotton soaked in strong anesthetic into her vagina to temporarily mask her sense of touch. If she has any questions, I can just say it's a skin-nourishing and yin-nourishing solution. After all the preparations, I gave her a sobering drug and a strong nutritional solution. She gradually regained consciousness and some strength. She seemed much more confident now, not particularly shy as she put on her pink panties and short floral skirt. Her bra looked a little small, and putting it on caused her to tremble. Seeing this, we also trembled guiltily. She frowned and decided not to wear it for now. Just as she stepped into her small leather shoes, her feet were so sensitive that she almost couldn't stand up, and we quickly helped her. She joked that she had slept for too long and couldn't even walk properly! Finally, she shook off us and started walking unsteadily, even twirling a couple of times in front of a mirror. I seemed to smell the fragrance of pollen. In her dazed state, she seemed to say something very passionately. What did she say? Then this colorful figure walked further and further away, fading into scattered flowers and smoke. Please wait! I want to see you again! I wanted to shout, but before I could utter a sound, my assistant shook me awake. I found myself sitting in my consulting room, across the table from a quiet girl in a short floral dress. I could almost see her white bra and pink panties. I turned to look out the window; lush green trees, another vibrant summer, flowers blooming and fading, another year of lonely beauty. "You're so beautiful," I said, reminding me of an angelic girl. She smiled shyly, "I'm not an angel, but I want you to turn me into a cute little angel!"

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